Hello, all, when we last met, we were talking about a weird record store stalker. Today, we’re going to be talking about record store groupies.
Now, I dunno about other guys. I didn’t have too many groupies. (Spoogecakes does not count as a groupie, as she was not a customer, just a psycho employee.) Some of the girls did. I remember Ashleigh had a couple admirers that we fondly referred to as “the Trekkies”. Me, on the other hand…I had Tall One and Short One.
Problem: If memory serves, Tall One was about 15, and Short One was about 16. I was about 30.
But the really weird thing is that Tall One and Short One had both simultaneously shitty, and awesome musical taste. It was like…Schrödinger’s taste. In the same transaction, they would purchase both Steve Vai, and the Moffats. They later graduated on to Kiss.
Second weird thing. That was a decade ago, and bizarrely through Facebook we re-contacted. Tall One even came to my pre-wedding garage sale and bought some of my crap! A lot of my crap, actually.
Everybody used to give me a hard time about Tall One and Short One, because they used to come in all the time, but I couldn’t be mean to them. Well, I was mean a couple times, I had to tell them to get lost I was busy. But then other times, they would come in with a huge box of Crispy Creme donuts. That time, I remember I ate four in a row.
“You ate four in a row?” Short One later said. “Do you know that each donut is like eating two Big Macs?”
“Uhhh…no?” I said.
“Congratulations, you ate eight Big Macs. Those were for everybody! Did you share?”
So there you go. I’m sure other record store guys have better groupie stories. But did they get Cripsy Creme? Exactly!